Trickle

Silence. Peace.
The darkness mirrors a quieter time.
A text from the future.
My head cluttered.

Rapidly changing.
The lights from a car.
Where did this all come from?
I never did have my own backyard.

I sit here to breathe.
To stare at the nebulae.
One flight up.
I wish I could be higher.

Your voice is calming.
My voice is tired.
I see the light slowly flashing above our city.
Let me change my pace.